In shadows deep where whispers creep, Rest monsters soft, not meant to weep. With eyes of sorrow and hearts of fear, They hide away, wanting someone near. They lurk beneath the bed at night, Not for to frighten, but seek the light. For in their chest, a love so grand, A aching heart, a longing hand. In tales they've woven, they play the part, Of fearsome beasts with a hardened heart. But hear their truth, beyond the fright, Monsters are gentle, craving delight. Their roars are cries for love’s embrace, A silent search for a warm, safe place. So if you find them, trembling, alone, Remember their gaze, their wish for a home. Each monster dreams of tender care, A cuddle close, a moment to share. For when they're angry, it’s sad to see, A heart unheld, longing simply to be. So treat them kindly, ease their dread, With open arms, chase away the lead. When they emerge from their haunting space, Wrap them in love, let them feel grace. A tight little squeeze, a gentle smile, Might turn their rage into joy for a while. For monsters aren't made of evil intent, Just souls like ours, with hearts that are bent. So next time you hear that shuffle and scrape, Remember their story—their longing for shape. Monsters aren’t scary, they just want a friend, So let your affection be the means to amend. In the still of the night, when the shadows loom large, Be their protector, be ready to charge. For every sweet moment that love can provide, Will send those dark fears to the other side. So hold your monsters, love them tight, Let them know they can share in the light. For in this world, both strange and wild, Even the fiercest need love's gentle child.
